forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Yearning

At times,

The yearning to hold your hand

Trumps all things I understand

And without logic I stand,

My heart bare,

to the lonesome night.

image and poetry copyright 2017 neha

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Lean

For those moments…

when your heart feels heavy,

and your mind forgets  be ‘alright’,

when your eyes cannot tell,

between the day and the night…

hold my hands.

For those moments…

when you feel there is nothing left to say,

when even in silence you cannot lay,

in peace…

hold my hands.

Hold my hand,

and lean your restless heart on mine,

and though it may not happen this instant,

everything will be just fine,

and whatever else happens between now and then,

you will always have me.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2017